ScatteredPosted: December 2, 2011
Yes it came, on an unsuspecting day
Uncharacteristically nimble on its great clawed feet.
Through its clenched teeth, hateful whispers
Its breath stank of wasted lives, its spit tasted of minds lost
It whispered, sent thousand spiders scuttling through the ears,
A mind whimpered
As spiders spun their crafty webs
And darkness weaved its shifty skeins
And hope got caught and struggled
Bled within the barbed wire, shed its wings and died.
Like the pearls of my mother’s necklace that I once broke and cried
Cried and cried till every pearl was collected
Cried and cried till the string was mended, with love.
Who is to collect my scattered thoughts
And piece them back together again today?